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Frida had her eyes closed most of the time as she was being sailed to Kattegat's harbor.

She was sitting on a grand stool that had been placed in the middle of the boat, which was covered in many different kinds of flowers of the early fall, making the boat seem almost fairytale like with the high snake heads towering up both at the end and at the front of the boat. Frida herself was dressed in the most beautiful dress she had ever seen.

It was a very clean white with golden stitches over her chest that held many symbols, some she knew and some she did not, and over her shoulders she wore the great white wolf fur that she had received the night before. Helga had wanted her to put on many types of jewelry, but Frida had decided only to wear her own golden necklace, the pink stone falling elegantly over the fine silk beneath it.

Her hair had been soaked in perfumes, and the sweet fragrance lingered heavy in her nostrils even out here on the sea, though most of her hair had been braided. Helga had decorated it with many flowers, Frida recognized the purple ones to be Freyja's hair, and fine golden chains that were so pretty and thin Frida could have sworn that they were made by dwarves.

Her fingers had been dipped in a white liquid that Helga had not been able to explain to her what was, which had resulted in her finger tips completely colored white.

All in all, she felt very beautiful, all dressed in white and gold on her way to her wedding ceremony. But she too felt very nervous, anxious almost, as she dared to open her eyes and gaze on the harbor that was only coming closer and closer. Every fiber in her body was awake and stirring, every emotion her heart could produce pumped through her veins, and she wrapped her arms around her big stomach as she felt the baby stir around in there, joyfully.

When Frida saw the huge crowd of people gathered on the beach she quickly turned her eyes to Freke who was lying at her feet, waiting calmly.

She clasped her fingers around her necklace and whispered: "Frigg… Fill me with your calm, nurture my heart as I step into this marriage with Ragnar, let me be a good wife to him, and let never the bond we sow today rip. Please."

As the sound of the crowd on the beach grew louder, Frida watched as Freke sat up in the boat to see the oncoming harbor. Frida finally dared to lift her eyes too now, and she stared at the beach in amazement as she tried to count how many people were present.

But it was an impossible task, and she breathed out shakenly as she heard the rower behind her voice that she was to be ready for harboring.

The sound of music playing soon snaked its way into her ears, and she bit her lip when the edge of the boat touched the bridge. While keeping her eyes on the wooden planks of the bridge Frida climbed out of the boat, and she made a short whistling sound, ordering Freke to stay close to her. His light silver eyes rested on her face for a quick moment before they both turned to face the crowd before them.

Frida's legs felt heavy as she walked along the bridge, what seemed to be a thousand eyes were stuck on her figure, and she wished for nothing more than to be at Ragnar's side already. Her cheeks flushed red as the villagers sighed out when she passed them, and she heard them mumbling to each other that she looked like a goddess even, as she and Freke made their way across the sand.

Frida kept her eyes on the flower port that she knew was her destination.

Several villagers started cheering for her, compliments flying at her and warming her cheeks even more, and she kept reminding herself to breathe as panic started to travel over her skin.

And that was when she saw him.

He was standing only a few feet away from her at the flower port, his blue eyes glowing more than ever with a light that seemed not of this world, her favorite crooked smile curling his lips.

She hissed out nervously.

He was dressed in light garments too, a giant white fur also covering his shoulders, and he looked more handsome than ever, standing there, waiting for her. When their eyes connected she felt an explosion of heat in her insides, and she felt his gaze calming her rapidly, his air full of love and admiration.

Frida could not help it but to run to him, closing the distance between them, and a loud roaring of laughter and excitement sounded through the crowd of villagers surrounding them as she crashed her body into his.

Ragnar chuckled breathily in her ear, and Frida buried her face in the white fur on his shoulder, her cheeks redder than ever.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he whispered silently to her, his arms hugging tightly around her, and she felt her heart grow inside her chest, beating almost achingly with love for the man in front of her.

When she heard the clearing of a throat, she quickly took a step back even though she wished to stay hidden there in Ragnar's fur until it was all over, and she smiled shyly at Floki who was looking at them both, his eyes serious and encircled with blackness. He nodded his head at her, a quick curl on his lips, before his eyes turned to Ragnar who returned the motion.

When Floki threw his arms in the air, the crowd respectfully grew silent, and Frida's heartbeat was so strong in her chest she was sure everyone else could hear it too.

"Fellow Norsemen!" Floki's voice rang out over the crowd, "We are here to witness the uniting of these two beings, our king Ragnar Loðbrók and our coming queen Frida…"

A dramatic pause had Frida inhaling sharply, as Floki eyed her, before he continued: "You stand before not only me today, but before the gods, of whom we ask to bend these two hearts in an inextricable knot from this day and to their very last."

Frida felt Ragnar taking her hand, his skin burning on hers as Floki held out two large horns that were filled with mead for them to drink.

"I ask all of you, our All-father Odin, Frigg, Thor, Freyja, Frej and Loki to shower them with your blessings, let these liquids fill them and be a sign for prosperity, and let them always walk together, even when they reach your halls and valleys."

Frida felt Ragnar squeezing her hand lightly, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him putting his horn to his lips. She quickly followed his movement, and drank heavily from her horn, her eyes closing as she felt the warm sweetness travel down her throat.

When she could not drink more and was about to lower the horn, she felt it being pushed to her lips again, and her eyes turned to gaze into Floki's, who was lifting her horn as he whispered: "All of it."

Frida's eyes widened as the mead filled her stomach, and she struggled to reach the bottom of the long horn, earning a couple of small chuckles from Ragnar's sons who were standing over to the right of Ragnar.

Her breathing was heavy when she finally finished drinking, and she looked up at Ragnar who was smirking at her teasingly, before his eyes rolled back to Floki.

"I ask you to accept the gifts we will bring forth in the course of this wedding as a token of our devotion for you, and I ask of you to bless their love for each other always. The swords…"

Frida watched as Ubbe and Hvitserk shot out from the crowd like daggers, both of them holding a sword in their hands. Ubbe handed Ragnar one while Frida was given hers by Hvitserk.

"Frida," Floki breathed, "You must hold this sword as a sign of your trust in your husband and your sons."

Frida eyed the heavy black sword in her hands with big eyes and she sank hard when she felt Ragnar's eyes piercing at her skin.

"And you must present this new sword to the groom as a sign of devotion and protection in your coming life together. It transfers the power of our All-father to the groom."

Frida held out the heavy sword in front of her, her eyes clinging to Ragnar's.

His lips parted into a wide smile when he took hold of her sword, and Frida accepted his, and the crowd around them roared cheerfully. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she heard Freke howling too next to them, and she could not help but to laugh out, her eyes never leaving Ragnar's.

Floki placed a ring on the tip of both swords before he turned to Ragnar and cupped his face with both hands, their faces only inches apart. "Ragnar, do you swear to me and to all the gods that you wish to marry this woman?"

Frida looked closely as the two men stared at each other, and she forgot how to breathe as anticipation grew inside her.

"I swear it with all my heart."

Frida closed her eyes and finally let out a relieved breath, before Floki turned to her, cupping her face just as he had done with Ragnar.

She embraced his piercing glare, his eyes only inches from hers, as his voice sounded, serious and proud: "Frida, do you swear that you want to marry this man?"

Frida held his eyes for a moment and was glad when she saw no regret travel over them. "I swear it, in front of you and the gods."

Floki narrowed his eyes quickly at her, and he chuckled out and made a small jump when he let his hands fall from her face.

Frida's heart was pounding inside her chest when she turned her gaze to Ragnar, and she smiled sweetly at him when she saw that his eyes were wet. She felt like screaming from joy, the baby inside of her moving around like never before.

She saw Ragnar taking off the ring of his sword, and she quickly followed his gesture, the crowd around them cheering wildly. Her body was on fire when Floki took the swords from them, and she noticed Ragnar's hands were shaking when he reached over to take her hand, before gliding the ring slowly onto her finger.

It felt cool on her skin, and she felt something wet travel down her chin.

She too took hold of his hand, and placed the ring on his finger eagerly, warmth tightening her throat gently.

As soon as the ring was in place, Ragnar launched himself forward, and she hissed out in surprise when she felt him lifting her into the air while roaring with excitement. All the surrounding villagers cheered with him, and Frida laughed out heartwarmingly at the many happy faces around them, before Ragnar put her down again, crashing his lips upon hers.

His lips were passionate and eager, and she sighed out at him as warmth shot out through her entire body.

They were together now, married in front of the gods, and she could not have felt happier.

When their lips parted, Ragnar cupped her head while he pressed his forehead against hers, his crystals piercing into hers while he chuckled breathily.

"I love you," he whispered with a proud grin on his face.

"I love you too."

"Husband."